The Beginnings: A Shadows novel

Chapter 2

"Sister dearest. We are going to run away. Together. Tonight," Katrin said as we drove out of the resteraunt's parking lot.

"Sister be reasonable. We have no where to go with no money. No one is going to hire run aways. They are not stupid."

"Let's just go home and discuss. I say we have about 2 hours or so."

I nodded and stared out the window. Katrin kept on talking. To who? I have no idea. Maybe to me or maybe to Neil, the chauffeur.

Done with her crap, I rolled down the window and stuck my head out like a dog. I decided then, why not try? I pulled my head in and unbuckled my seat belt then put my head out the window again, turning so I could look up at the sky.

My arms followed my head. I grasped the roof, desperate to hold onto it, and pulled, pushed with my legs, myself out the window. I could hear my sister screaming for me to get back in the car. I kept going and pulling my whole body up to the roof. My sister stuck her head out and started yelling at me. I ignored her and got myself on my knees. I slowly moved into a crouch then worked on trying to get the buckle of the belt that went around my shirt. I pulled it through the loops that held it. I tied it to the bar thing on the roof. I held it as I slowly pulled myself to my feet.

My long hair flowed out behind me, as the warm fall air hit me. I had to be fearless. Because as soon as I doubt myself, I will let go and be ran over by the car behind us. It felt like flying.

I have always been this reckless. I use to jump over high branches from the trees in grandfathers yard. Or the top of the monkey bars at school. When I got older I started jumping off buildings and moving trains.

My sister had to deal with my "suicidal" attempts. And most times she is the one picking up after her tornado of a twin, but still older, sister. She tries her best to control me. I try my best to stay a free soul. I mean I've been a dauntless older sister ever since we were young. I do try to control the bitch inside me but most times I lose. I don't really care. I would rather be known as a raging bitch then the sweet innocent girl everyone assumes I am. But I have learned to love that raging, fearless, determined, brave, fiesty side of me.

"Raine, get down here now!" Katrin yelled from the window on the passenger side of the car. I didn't care what she wanted me to do. Like run away with her. I would rather go to a mental... No a prison then run away with my sister. She constantly thinks she can run my life.

I smiled my devilish smirk as I flung myself back off the car. I landed, of course, in the middle of the street. The one thing I didn't count on was having an audience. A group of about 10 or so teens, were either gawking, glaring, or smiling at me. I smiled at them, hoping that they will move on.

I have always hated when people stared at me. Like when:

1. I first started at the school I was just exspelled from

2. People found out that i come from the long line of the Helsings

3. People finding out that my family is rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams

4. My parents died

5. For just no plan reason

Some people get on my nerves. Turning my thoughts back to the people standing in front of me, I walked closer to them to:

1. Make sure my life isn't taken away

2. To show them I'm not a robot

The ones who were gawking, squeeked with surprised terror. I smiled sweetly at them. By then, they were practically hiding behind the people who were still glaring and the... overly-happy ones?

You must be asking, why are this people scared of me? Well, let's start with my freakishly tallness, I'm 6'3" and almost taller then the tallest kid in my old school. Then let's move onto that my eyes scream danger. My eyes are black most of the time. When I say most the time I mean that my eyes change color. I have muscle. A lot of muscle but not totally ripped. I wouldn't go that far.

A girl stepped forward. She smiled at me and cheerfully said, "Hi."

"Erro," I replied back just as cheerfully. I gave her and the rest of them a little wave. 

"That was wicked," she said, her smile widenning. Another voice said, "Beyond wicked."

 "Eh. It is just everyday life to me. I jump off of things a whole lot." 

Tires screetch behind me. The jeep that I had just jumped from pulled up next to the curb. My sister stepped from the car with her worst glare. I call it the Katrin your-in-deep-shit glare. Jaq, the walked around from the drivers' side. He had a stern look on his face. He leaned against the car glaring at me. I looked at him confused. He just kept the look.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?! YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA US!" Katrin screamed at me. "WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF HAD GOTTEN RAN OVER?! I ONLY HAVE ONE TWIN! THERE ISN'T A PLACE WHERE I CAN BUY ANOTHER YOU!"

"You aren't the boss of me! I am older than you! Grandfather has told you repeatedly to leave me alone when I put myself in danger! He ha told you if you distract me I could injure myself even more if I wasn't distracted! You haven't care to claim me as your twin in years! I'm just your dangerous older sister who has to protect you when you get into fights! Well no more because I quit! I quit being your sister! Deal with your own shit like I've had to for the past 17 years!" I exploded back at her. Minra and her group stood there with shock on their faces. I turned around.

I stomped down the street. About a block away I heard a scream in the direction I had come from. I turned around to see that the street light had exploded. I shrugged and web back to walking. When I say something I keep that promise. I hate when people go back on their words. Like when Katrin went back on her word for helping me clean the basement of the house. She "supervised" as she painted her nails and I was knee deep with my best friend, cleaning up the basement.

I kept on walking until my feet hurt and I was in the middle of a nature reserved park. I sat down on a tree that fell. I listened to the quietness of the park. I noticed how dark it had gotten. I pulled out my phone and searched for a signal. I soon gave up realizing I was probably far from home.